This book really picked up once the author hit Texas. I have mixed feelings about the book. I did enjoy the descriptions of the landscapes, and the rest stops (I'd love a book with pictures of rest stops!). The interviews with people about the interstates added little. His descriptions of cities were superficial...I wish he'd acknowledged that he was judging these cities by the views from the interstates, which are built for speed, not views. And I wish that he'd acknowledge, when commenting on ugly entrances/exits to cities, that the ugliness was caused in large part BY THE INTERSTATES that he was otherwise praising. The book did cause me to look up images of a number of the places he described. I don't think it was especially well-written, but it's unique, and made me think of traveling at a time I really do want to travel.
This is quite possibly the most boring travel narrative I have ever read. It wasn't even a long book and I just couldn't finish it. This book is clearly the result of midlife crisis, and it shows.